It's always the weekends and I really really wish i could keep myself from letting out how frustrated I am here, I already regret that I did and again I can't believe the response I get for my honesty. I am just imagining things it's all fine I was told I just make things up to start an argument. If this really was my first, if this really was something I consider normal maybe I could pretend it's all fine but it's not.
I HAVE experienced how it can really be. I HAVE experienced how amazing a man can make you feel. Wake me up kiss shoulder move my hair to the side and hear me sigh as i feel you biting my neck teasingly.....Come in the kitchen as I make your favorite cake sweetness all around but the only sweet things you have in mind are my lips, you turn me around hold my chin up, kiss me deeply passionately as you push me against the kitchen counter...
We sit in our restaurant you look at me and you tell me how beautiful I am that you want to look at me all night and not miss one second..I am at home waiting for you to arrive you rush inside a smile on your face lean down to kiss me whispering in my ear" Let's go princess i have a surprise"
It's those things that make me feel I am on top of the world and I miss them so dearly that I just have to break out sometimes, way too often I think because all the effort seems wasted.
I don't know what to use to substitute my need. It feels like I am wilting but my roots still have some secret energy left keeping me alive.